Martin Zane thought he was all finished with his routine report on the freighter Temoc for Marine Mutual, but the lush blonde suddenly changed his mind. He just couldnât say no to her delicious smile, her shapely figure, or her tiny but deadly gun aimed at the middle of his clean white shirt.
Zane realized that a fraud was about to be pulled, but he didnât know how. When he tried to discover what connection the golden Amazon had with his investigation, he realized too late that he had walked into a hornetâs nest buzzing with con men and killers . . .